Poetry
Death isn’t poetic. It’s a brutal mirror.
Most people live like it’s fiction — a rumour for later. They build neat lives and safe timelines, pretending they’ve got time. But some of us feel it every fucking...
Death isn’t poetic. It’s a brutal mirror.
Most people live like it’s fiction — a rumour for later. They build neat lives and safe timelines, pretending they’ve got time. But some of us feel it every fucking...
